So You Want to be a Therapist…

By the end of the day Monday, it will have been 32 days since I’ve had a full day off. And I’m not sure if Tuesday should really count, because I have to go to the dentist, which is sort of like taking a day off to be tortured for an hour or so. (I’m pretty sure hell involves some lesser demon grinding that fluoride goo into your teeth, and deliberately getting it all over your gums while only letting you rinse your mouth out roughly every 45 seconds). Then it’s back to work on Wednesday. By next week, things should slow down some, although I fear I may have just jinxed that.

Now, in fairness, some of those work days involved only a few sessions, plus attendant phone calls and paperwork. But some involved 14 or 15-plus hour shifts or a ten hour shift transitioning into a three-hour assessment…